Normal Teen seeks Normal People

My first impressions of my new school shocked me so much, I... I had to write it down! This was rediscovered after a year or so. Unfortunately, things have not changed.

Submitted:Aug 17, 2012
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Recently, I moved from a small town of two thousand to a city
of one million. The schools surprised me so much, I had to right
about it. Let me be clear, none of this is an exaggeration. But
I wish it was, oh I wish…

I find boys repulsive, hulking beasts. I think short shorts
belong in the dumpster or, better yet, burned up. Any heels over
six inches should be illegal. I do not think having your ass
stick out from your "skirt" is cute, or sexy, or anything else
girls think it is. I prefer to wear a nice blouse, not a tank
top two sizes too small.

In short, I do not belong at this school.

It hit me this morning, when I stepped out of my car and watched
a girl get her overly exposed ass slapped by some hunk with his
pants around his knees. Nice underwear, dude. Not a minute goes
by and a jeep roars into the spot next to me, with two girls
standing up in the back. Their bright-pink bras were clearly
visible through a shredded shirt, and one girl's leopard print
miniskirt could have passed for some sort of bizarre corset.

I double clicked the lock on my car as I walked away.

Barely done with my first week of school and already I feel like
I'm walking to prison. The teachers were fine, but the
overwhelming amount of prostitutes and douche bags kind of made
it hard to concentrate on the teacher. Normally I would chalk it
up to new school nerves, but I think culture shock takes the
point in this round. I went from a small, laid back Montana
school where the only drama is who hit the deer on I-25 to a
school of five thousand where, apparently, popular equals how
many guys you've slept with. It was like I'd stepped into my TV.
I couldn't believe it when I had to physically push a kissing
couple off my locker, then watch the drug dogs bust two kids in
Spanish.

I wanted so badly to leave. But we just moved across to country.
That's all my parents needed right now; a whiny teenager
complaining about her school. My parents would believe every
word (I rarely lie), but they came from a small town. If they
talk to the board about anything, even a peep, every student will
be on me like piranha. So, I deal with it. I invested in a
music player, hang out in the empty library, and talk the
teachers (blasphemous!). Naturally, my parents think the new
environment has my academic abilities stimulated (I ace every
test), but in all honesty at least the homework doesn't sleep
around. Or does it? Gross.